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2003-06-24 3:22 PM kill the headlights an put 'er in neutral... so... finally. i've got a few minutes to put together an entry.
things have been... busy. not sure if that really conveys the intensity, but, so it goes. brief of what's been going on in my life. it looks like dropping my class is going to be more trouble than it's worth. i guess, since i've already forked over the cash for it, i'm going to stick with it. *shrug* there are worse ways to be busy. the work itself isn't too bad, i get to play with fun and new art toys. um, deciding this happened on thursday. friday. got up, did the job1/job2 thing. job1 was pretty nutty, we finally got in product to fill this massive backorder. i did most of the prep work before i left, got some free lunch, and headed off to job2. job2, was fair. par for the course. i've been meaning to make a practice baton for firespinning, so i headed off to the closest hardware store (needed a 5/8 dowel and some eyelet screws). no dice. i show up at 5:13... guess when they closed? so i make my way up the south van ness sludge and head to the art store for some lithographic crayons for my project-y thing. they are *not* closed, but have shipped all of their lithographic crayons to the berkeley store. *sigh* oh well, headed home. hit the gym, was running late for dinner date reservations with b, so we called and asked if they could hold our reservation for 10 min, they say, sure sure, we can try. but when we get there, there are no open or reserved tables. at all. people kept coming in saying, we have reservations, but everyone had to wait. *shrug* after waiting around for 30-45 minutes, i'm starving, and mostly annoyed - (lesson: if you're going to fresca don't bother making reservations). so b and i walked around fillmore a bit. we found this little store with a bunch of devil ducks in the window. for some reason, i am obscessed with these little critters... anyway. petting the happy little devil ducks made the evil resturant experience less annoying and b n' me decided to go to the elite cafe. a martini each, some yummy creole/cajun food (molassas brown sugar pork chops and chicken n' dumplings) and a bottle of wine later, b and i stumbled home, put in a rental of 25th hour and promptly passed out (at least i did) pealed ourselves off the couch at 3am or so and fell into bed. saturday... both feeling mildly hung over, b and i ran a bunch of errands. some really fun stuff and some slightly less fun stuff. did costco (for bottled water and media), then headed over to the east bay to see if i could track down my lithographic crayon at the art store in berkeley (sadly, no luck here either), but picked up a portfolio and a dowel. went to the viraium to get mice for my snake. grabbed lunch at picante for some sopa azteca (a great hangover cure) and tacos. swung through REI. got a thorough education on sleeping bags. (realized that most of them really aren't made for someone my size). b got one that's pretty cool, marmot, nice and fluffy... oh, and i got the coolest tool ever. after our east bay and errand adventures. we headed back home and put away our goods, pop'd in some new media and chilled for a while. had to rest up for the party adventures. saturday night - b and i met up with j, his new girl (also a j), a, and a for dinner at the yummiest chinese resturant that i've been to in a long damned time. then off to the solstice party. *sigh* party nights. so, there was lots of cool there... aphex695 and nefariouscoyote were there, which was nice. i don't see near enough of either of them. aside from all the usual party suspects, p from ny showed up with some nice tall dude (unexpected), m the photographer, al of many a happy harrington's adventure, mmm... friends and drinks... goodness all around. sunday - *yawn* my initial idea was to head over to berkeley 'round lunch, have lunch and cruize up to the theater, get good seats and chill. par for the course of this weekend, things weren't gellin' the way i had hoped. the morning was pretty nice, except for the alergy-sneezing attacks i kept having. b and i decided to do breakfast instead of lunch... aaanyway. *whine*whine* got to berkeley about 30 min late or so. met nefariouscoyote, headed up to the show. got pretty good seats. excpet for the sunburn (roast pixie, onna stiiiick!), the show was really cool. j and i met us there... the opening band was two dudes, a drumset and an electric guitar playing something like rock music. mostly nutty noises and lots of flopping about onstange. amusing tho. very very amusing. then my favorite loser... i had a damn fine time watching him perform. really, from robot dancing to smashing stuff about onstage to random organ ditties, fun was had by all. few highlights - i was sort of surprised to hear a beercan, but my favorite was his cover or a nelly song "it's getting hot in here, so take off all your clothes" it was damned fun. after, feeling completely roasted, b and i headed home, took a cab up the hill and then we had the 'new york movie fest' - first we managed to finish 25th Hour, then put in new media as good as it gets. after, i had some blessed blessed sleep. monday - had a late sort of morning. did an afternoon at job1, then an hour at job2 (had to take care of this thing), stopped at the art store to paruse and pick up some real actual drawing paper. did some yoga. made some dinner... did some drawings and talked to aaron of bubble fame. today - i'm just gettin' by... need to do more drawings for my class and not wait until the last minute, like last week... 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